A New York State of Mind (The Girls Hip Hop) By Lilfunkie A Rap Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bruce, it's time. It's time, Bruce (aight, Bruce, begin). Straight out the rancid dungeons of rap. The head drops deep as does my map. I never chat, 'cause to chat is the lover of tap. Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a New york state of mind. Hope the app got some trap. My sap don't like no dirty tap. Run up to the cap and get the snap. In a New york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The sexy head? You complain about dirty dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bed. I'm rappin' to the girls, And I'm gonna move your swirls. Lonely, crazy, useful, like a witch Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rich. I can't take the dirty dishes, can't take the flip. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no slip. I'm rappin' to the swirls, And I'm gonna move your girls. Yea, yaz, in a New york state of mind. When I was young my lover had a lead. I waz kicked out without no spread. I never thought I'd see that bed. Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's shed. A quiet pussycat is quite the hat. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers)